She took one look at the food before she suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth, shot off the stool, and rushed for the restroom. Mac put fists in his...sides as he watched her go. ‘Yea, thanks, Charly!’ **~*~** Later that afternoon, she decided to go to the market. She needed to get out of the lighthouse and get some fresh air to clear her troubled head—and help settle her stomach. She also needed fresh produce and supplies to fill that picky tummy. Her attempts at nurturing her human side by. She was completely wet and juices were flowing by the sides of her thighs. She started moving her butts to and fro now and my tongue was reaching her clit from behind every now and then with her jumps. I knew that she was nearing her orgasm as she was getting more vocal now. My hands were holding her butts and we were jumping on the sofa wildly mainly because she was moving her chuttar all over the sofa.Soon she started crying n said no body has loved me with his tongue like this till today and. This party was BDSM and gear was required. I stripped down to my FT Grunt Jockstrap, harness armbands, cuff wallets, and boots. We walked in with the couple. We entered and went to a VIP area where there was a living room scene, with dancers on tables and boxes all around. Men in harnesses, boots and collars tethered to a pole above us. No jock or shorts! All were mostly hard, and the guests were openly fondling the dancers, and the dancers loved it! Their oil and sweat covered bodies shone as. I mean, as long as she doesn't get hurt or do something crazy." Like what kind of crazy?" I asked."Oh, I don't know. Like running off and getting married," she said, throwing her hands up in frustration."I don't see that kind of impulsiveness in your mother, Deb. Besides, I think her friends would calm her down before she went off the deep end." Yeah, you're probably right. I'll just stay in touch with her and see how it's going." Good plan," I smiled.I was reading the Sunday paper a week later.